Authors Note: Yep it is true this is another appearing out of nowhere Winchester sibling fic. However this one shall be different, nope he isn't a Gary Sue/Mary Sue, and nope he isn't amazingly intelligent or super strong. I know amazing isn't it? This takes place in the first season and enjoy.
Thoughts in Italics with "".
Three Brothers: A Supernatural Story
Chapter 1
"Sandra Mckinley…Joshua Mitton…Benjamin Newton…Jessica Nickles…" The loud speaker boomed out name after name heading down the list in alphabetical order. And one by one an excited looking high school senior stood up from their row and walked up onto the stage and accepted their diplomas grinning giddily. One student in particular stood out from the rest, this student was not shaking with anticipation of receiving his 'get out of school free card', or bouncing nervously in his seat.
This student sat quietly in the last row in the last chair his hands clasped in his lap, his expression emotionless. "Martha Randolph…Dan Right…Brenda Roper…" the voice continued coming closer and closer to the end of the list.
The student in the back pushed away the images of the happy graduates who were hugging and taking pictures with their parents. He knew when he received his diploma he wouldn't be bombarded with hugs and kisses like everyone else. He knew that once he left the safe realm of high school things would change drastically and that thought alone almost made the boy not want to graduate. But he also knew that things change and no matter how much you want it not to, you can't do anything about it.
"Samantha Taghon…Brian Tanya…Mitch Tiller…" closer and closer still. Now the student in the back started to get a little nervous, he shifted his feet and bit the inside of his cheek. He took a couple deep breaths to regain his composure and closed his eyes for a moment. A memory danced behind his eyelids causing a small smile to come across his face.
He saw three boys dressed in jeans and flannel shirts playing in a yard their laughter ringing out through the quiet neighborhood. The oldest of the boys jumped onto a large rock wielding a stick he proclaimed, "I bet you two can't take me on."
The two younger boys shared a glance then grinning defiantly they grabbed up their own sticks and took a step forward. "You wanna bet," the smallest boy challenged taking a somewhat defensive stance. The oldest boy grinned and leapt at the two smaller combatants.
The three boys play fought countering each others blows and laughing the entire time, until a booming voice caused the three to stop in their tracks. "Boys what are you doing," A man came out of the house and stalked up to the three boys. The man was obviously their father because each of the boys looked like a mini copy of him.
The second oldest boy looked anxiously up at his father and dropped the stick, "We were just playing dad," he explained hurriedly.
The man leered down at his children before a smile brightened his face and he ruffled their hair, "That's alright boys." Then he bent down and picked up a small stick he turned back to his boys and said, "Now who thinks they can take me on?"
The boys shared a look and as one jumped at their father; the four landed in a pile on the grass laughing loudly.
The memory faded away and the student in the back opened his eyes tears brushing his vision; he wiped them away feeling silly. "Arnold Utley…Isabel Vixen…" The student in the back looked up to the stage watching as the girl before him accepted her diploma.
The principal turned his eyes towards the last student and said, "And last but not least Jacob Winchester."
Jacob thought it would be easy, all he had to do was stand up walk a few feet and grab a rolled up piece of paper, but now having it happen he wasn't so sure. "Just keep your cool," his friend had said of course he wasn't the last one to obtain their diploma. He stood feeling his knees shake a bit and took the first step towards the stage.
It was easier than he thought so he took another and another and another. The stage was coming closer and Jacob kept his eyes locked on the ground beneath him, his shoulders quivered with excitement.
He clomped up the steps and paused at the top of the stage, one more steady breath and he stepped forward. He grasped the principal's hand and shook, with the other he grabbed his diploma. "I'm happy to say this Jacob," The principal said still shaking his hand. "Good luck with your life young man."
Jacob grinned, "Thank you sir," he said looking out into the crowd a genuine smile brightening his face. The rest of the graduating class came together each knowing what was about to happen, as one they reached up and threw their hats into the air laughing and smiling.
Jacob, however, wasn't laughing or smiling anymore. He was staring out into the crowd his eyes wide and a look of astonished horror on his face. Two faces in the crowd was the focus of his attention, one much taller than the other. The shorter of the two had a rough face and hard eyes the smirk on his face did nothing to ease the sense of danger exuding from the man.
The taller man had a sort of boyish face but he wasn't smiling, he seemed to look troubled as if he didn't want to be here. Neither of the men were cheering and both were staring at Jacob intensely. Jacob shook his head numbly, "No please not here, not now."
"Hey Jake," a voice shouted in the boys' ear. He turned to see a tall red headed boy staring at him with a grin, "What's wrong?"
"N…nothing Roy," Jacob stuttered. He pushed his ugly yellow hat off his head and raked a hand through his short brown hair to rid himself of hat head, "Uh Roy I've gotta go." Jacob ducked back into the crowd of graduates ignoring his friend calling his name and pulled off his yellow robe, revealing jeans and an ACDC t-shirt underneath. He tossed the robe to the stage floor and jumped off the back of the stage. Jacob landed lightly in the grass thankful that he wore his boots today.
Not stopping to catch his breath Jacob took off for the schools parking lot his feet pounding on first grass then asphalt. "I am so happy I did track this year," Jacob thought triumphantly as he tore out of the stadium listening to the fading cheers of the crowd.
He sped into the parking lot ducking around the parked cars heading for the back of the lot, "Ha they're probably still back at the stage looking for me." His smug thoughts came to an end when he rounded a large silver Volvo to see, Sam and Dean looking like they'd been waiting there for a good amount of time. "Hey Jake," Dean greeted cheerfully as Jacob slid to a stop his mouth hanging open.
"How did you…" Jacob trailed off frowning.
"Ah you should know by now Jake, you can't fool us," Dean said lightheartedly. "That was pretty smooth though I gotta hand it to you."
Jacob gave a resigned sigh his shoulders drooping; he knew there was no dodging this meeting now so he might as well get it over with, "What are you two doing here?"
Sam spoke up sounding regretful, "We came to see you graduate, sorry we wanted to surprise you." Jacob thought he saw Dean glance over at Sam with an annoyed expression, but guessed he probably imagined it.
Jacob frowned and cleared his throat, "Um thanks I guess for coming."
"It was no problem," Sam said stepping forward to give his brother a hug. "You didn't think we'd miss this did you?"
"Actually I was kinda hoping," Jacob muttered pulling away from Sam he peered up into his brothers' eyes looking skeptical. The only time either of his brothers came around it was because they wanted something; every time no exceptions.
The last time he'd seen Dean the first thing he'd asked was, "Hey can I borrow fifty bucks?" Sam wasn't as bad but when he came around it was usually for a weekend or so. Jacob always connected best with Sam but they both had their own lives and they both were busy.
Dean interrupted Jacob's musings by reaching over and pulling him into a bone crushing hug. Where Dean came up to about Sam's shoulders, Jacob came up to slightly below Dean's chin. If the three stood together they would look like the Cingular bar. "Oh come on Jake don't sound so much like Sam it scares me," Dean chuckled.
Once again Jacob pulled away smoothing out his ruffled shirt and said, "Believe me I'd rather sound like Sam, then look like you."
Dean made a face looking hurt, "Whoa Jake that was harsh." He looked back at Sam and added accusingly, "You're having a bad influence on him."
Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah and you aren't," he said sarcastically.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
"Guys," Jacob interrupted exasperated. Sometimes his brothers could be so annoying but for some reason he still loved them. "If you only came here to insult each other, much to my amusement, I think you should go." He looked up at them and added, "If that's really all you came for."
Sam and Dean shared a swift glance both starting to look guilty, "Well Jake we did come for something else," Sam started.
"Oh," Jacob said feigning surprise. He could feel the bad news coming, it was like a dark storm cloud rumbling overhead about to drop a bucket's worth of water on his unsuspecting head.
Sam looked like he was going to continue but Dean jumped in his voice determined, "Yeah we came because something happened." Jacob didn't say anything so Dean forged on, "See we didn't come here just to see you graduate, we came because Dad's missing."
Jacob blinked a mix of emotions washing through him; he stood without moving for several seconds his face stoic. "For how long," he asked quietly opting to go with curiosity, rather than the rage that was building behind it.
"Couple months," Dean said happy to see his brother taking it so well.
"Did he leave a message," Jacob's voice was still quiet.
"No."
"And you guys want me to help you find him?"
Sam answered this time is voice as gentle as always, "That's part of it yes." There was a long pause and Sam and Dean looked to their youngest sibling nervously.
Jacob looked up at them anger flashing in his gaze, "Wow why am I surprised?"
"Jake," Sam started but his brother cut him off.
"No Sam I don't want to hear it, you know how I feel about Dad I bet anything he doesn't even want our help! And Dean why do you care? He didn't even leave a note obviously he doesn't want us to get involved, so why bother?"
Dean glared down at his younger brother, "Because he's our father and he might be in trouble."
Jacob looked down knowing Dean was playing the guilt card, but he didn't want to deal with this now. "Then go find him without me," he said pushing past his brothers and walking up to his motorcycle, a Kawasaki Z750 all black with green and red flames running down the side. (If you want to see a picture just type that in on Wikipedia minus the color.) And before Sam or Dean could object he wrapped his leg around the bike about to take off.
"Nice bike," Dean said approvingly. He always knew he had an affect on his younger brother, from the style he wore to the music he listened to.
"Where'd you get it," Sam asked suspiciously.
"You probably don't want to know," Jacob said pulling out a small screwdriver from his pocket. Glancing back at Dean he grinned, "Remember when you taught me how to do this?" He jammed the screwdriver in the ignition (and I'm gonna stop right there you don't need to hear the rest-sorry.)
"Wait you stole this," Sam sputtered looking like he might pop a blood vessel. He looked over at Dean and gestured as if to say, 'A little help here.'
Dean was looking over the bike grinning slightly, "You've got good taste little brother," he said finally. Sam glared at him and Dean added quickly, "But that was a bad thing to do." He looked back at Sam with an eyebrow arched.
Jacob chuckled revving the engine, "Ah you know how I am guys. I can't resist stealing stuff especially nice stuff, and don't worry no one saw me. I've gotten much better over the years."
"Jake wait," Sam started at seeing his brother prepare to leave, mentally noting to lecture Jacob later. "We really need to talk to you, it's important."
Jacob sighed, "Like I said before you want to find Dad go ahead but leave me out of it." Before the brothers could stop him Jacob held the throttle down and shot out of the parking lot swerving around the parked cars and out into the street.
"Well that went well," Dean commented coughing a bit. He waved at the smoke in the air so he could see.
Sam glared at him, "C'mon Dean could you be serious for one second?" He asked heatedly and Dean raised his hands in defense, Sam sighed. "Seriously we need to talk to him, after what happened to Jess…he could be next."
Dean wrapped his arm over his brothers' shoulders, "Hey calm down Sammy," he led him calmly towards the Impala. "You know Jake, he's even jumpier than you," Sam frowned at this but said nothing. "We'll just meet up with him later and talk to him then, give him time to calm down."
Sam sighed, "Yeah sure Dean." Mentally he added, "I just hope nothing happens to him before then."
-S-
Jacob weaved through busy afternoon traffic enjoying as the wind tugged at his hair, while he internally cursed his father and brothers. He couldn't believe they came to him thinking he'd help them find Dad, why would they think he cared what happened to him? About two years ago Jacob had drawn the line; he didn't want to be dragged all over the country by his father anymore. He wanted to settle somewhere and finish his high school years like a normal kid.
Of course John hadn't taken that well and after a huge fight Jacob had vowed he didn't want to see his Dad again, right in his face. Jacob had managed to keep that promise and didn't intend on breaking it for any reason.
As far as he was concerned John could take care of himself.
"Stupid Sam, stupid Dean managed to ruin the one day of my life I should be happy about," he muttered his bike stopped at a red light. He frowned up at the light feeling beyond annoyed at this point. "Damn why'd they have to come now?"
The light changed to green and Jacob shot off keeping his head low to reduce air resistance, he sped up until he was going at a steady sixty-five. Nothing felt better to Jacob than going insanely above the speed limit, especially when he was angry.
Jacob maneuvered his way to the far lane and pulled off onto a side street and slowed down a bit. Jacob was now driving through a neighborhood, a very familiar neighborhood.
He idled to a stop in front of his old home; the home from the fire. Jacob put the kickstand down and cut the engine; he stood up and sighed. He came here only when he was seriously annoyed or confused. Jacob pocketed his "key" and walked up the yard and to the door, the house had been on the market for a few years but no one had even considered buying it. Jacob reached under the mat and pulled out the key before opening the door.
Once inside he took a deep breath and looked around a sense of calm washed over him. Jacob didn't know why his old home made him feel this way but it always did, the boy walked forward and sat down in the living room on the floor, since the room was empty. He sighed letting the calming sensation wash through him, it made him feel like he was young again playing in the house with his brothers. "Why can't things be like that now," he thought sadly shaking his head.
Jacob paused as a new feeling washed over him it felt like a pull; he felt the need to go somewhere. Puzzled he stood up and followed the sense, it led him upstairs and into a room he hadn't been in, in seventeen years.
Jacob froze his breath catching in his throat as he stared into his and Sam's old nursery. There wasn't any furniture in the room and there was no evidence that a fire had even occurred. Jacob wanted to back out of the room and run, he wanted to fall to the ground and curl into a fetal position but he didn't he merely stood feeling unable to move.
"Why did I come here," he thought in confusion. Every time he came back to his old home he steered clear of the entire top floor, so why would he go up there now?
Suddenly Jacob felt a chilling presence sweep over him and he froze even more his arms tensing at his sides, rising panic making his body freeze. Jacob stared into the dark room just as a pair of bright yellow eyes appeared in the darkness. The boy sucked in a breath his heartbeat accelerating, he turned to run from the room but found he couldn't move an inch.
The yellow eyes moved closer followed by a voice that seemed to be made of honey, "Jacob Winchester it's been awhile."
A voice in the back of Jacob's head whispered, "Demon" that was why he couldn't move. He fought against the demon's grip but to no avail, "Oh man I am so screwed why didn't I stay with Dean and Sam?" All of his father's stories came back to him, of how demons tore apart human beings without even moving a finger, and how they possessed beings forcing them to bend to their will.
Jacob thrashed in the invisible grip holding him fear making him desperate, he'd never felt so helpless in his life, "Let me go!" He shouted not really knowing why; it wasn't like the demon was actually going to listen to him. But Dad had always said to sound assertive in situations like this. "Now I'm listening to Dad, man I'm in deep shit."
"I don't think so Jacob," The voice said amused at the boys' struggles, its penetrating gaze never wavering. "And don't bother struggling it's no use."
"Wh-who are you," Jacob asked, mentally cursing for stammering. The thing was examining him as if he were a piece of meat hanging off a hook, and it was beginning to scare him. Demon's never came around hunters unless they had a sinister reason for doing so.
Jacob did his best to recollect everything his father had told him about demons and how to kill them. If it was a powerful demon you were in trouble but holy water could hurt them, "Idiot why did I leave it?" He reprimanded himself; he always kept a flask of holy water in his back pocket just in case of emergencies. But of course he'd taken it out for graduation, of course.
Salt could keep them from a certain area, "Don't have any of that either." He had been needing to reload on his weapons for awhile now but hadn't built up the courage to call Dean to ask for help.
An exorcism, "Yeah no way there."
A chuckle pulled the frozen boy from his thoughts followed by the silky voice, "You'll learn soon enough my child. I just came to see how you and your brother were coming along and I see I'm not disappointed."
This pushed some of the fear from Jacob's mind and he shouted at the eyes, "Leave my brother out of this!"
"Oh I'm afraid that's not possible Jacob," the demon purred not fazed by the boy's anger. "But no matter how much I would like to stay I must leave, take care of yourself Jacob."
Jacob felt his skin crawl at the demon's voice; it was so familiar and frightening that he didn't notice as his body was released from the invisible grip. He gasped when he realized he was free.
It took him a moment but once he found the ability to move he shot out of the room and out of the house as if Hell was following him. He sprinted to his bike and pulled out the screwdriver, "Gah why didn't I steal the keys," he cried fumbling to start the bike.
After a few missed attempts the bike rumbled to life and Jacob jumped on and accelerated away from his old home, terror making adrenaline pour into his system. He gasped in several deep breaths forcing himself to calm down before he lost control and crashed.
"Why did it let me go?" He screamed in his mind, "It could have killed me and it knew about me and Sam or Dean." He shook his head sending up a silent pray that he was alive for the moment. "I gotta find Sam and Dean that was way too close."
Authors Note: There's the first chapter of the story. And just to clear up a few things, Jacob is eighteen therefore Sam is like nineteen or twenty. Now it's your turn readers you have a few questions to answer, number 1: Was Jacob an annoying Gary Sue? If he was just tell me trust me it won't hurt my feelings, be honest. Number 2: Were Sam and Dean in character? Again just tell me I prefer constructive criticism. And number 3: All around was it enjoyable or sucky. That's all from me.
MutantLover out.